I drag Jemma out of the house and start getting her first aid. It’s not going to be enough… I keep going because.. … Mia arrives at the scene and lays hands on Jemma, I am about to tell her not to bother, I don’t think she could do her thing without so serious repricosusiions but she lets out a pained gasp just before Jemma begins sputtering can coughing. I stare at Mia quite fucking shocked and notice she has gone pale and weak. I grab her arm to balance her and sit her down. Even a glance at Jemma tells me she has some serious staying power on her own but will need help shaking off. I watch Mia for.. I don’t fucking know… shock? Concussion symptoms… She goes loopy for a bit, unable to focus.. kinda punch drunk really. But starts to shake it off. Jemma’s large friend comes over and starts stammering.. which is understandable that was near a god damn miracle.
I head back to the house and from the doorway hear Jack talking in his cop voice. I call out and he tells me to enter. I head in and immediately head to the kitchen searching for a fire extinguisher or something to spread to see if we can track it’s movement. I strike out and head to the garage. I notice there are no stains from a car and the garage is relatively clean. I head in and open the garage door on the way. I go to the girl I saw on the way out and tell her to head out with me. We start moving and as she speaks and some weird.. smokey.. water? Freaky shit starts forming into a demon with no eyes or nose and rows of dangerous spikey teeth. It slashes out and I move around the girl taking a crack center mass. It wasn’t a K.O. Hit but should have felt like a solid hit. The girl slumps to the floor I glance at her but stay on alert not knowing what this things style is. Danielson, Mia and Jack move over to the area. Danielson asks what happened, but I don’t trust myself to speak trying not to focus on how I may have just gotten the girl killed. They group starts mentioning information on how the thing attacks with movement or sound. Most of it I have figured out but I do pick up a little more information. Jack starts investigating the scene and brings me some damp crumpled papers. I read what is a letter addressed to Aiden from a group or person going by “The Condition”. It promises true power after summoning a “denzian of the Outer Black” However I don’t get most of that info until I am reading it again over Jemma’s shoulder. She had recovered enough and Sal was still casting.. I shove the papers at her stammering asking what kind of demon it is. She tells me it’s a Slayer demon and I tell Sal. He motions he got it and then I read of the name of demon to him since the did the deal where they spell it out how you are supposed to pronounce it.
As I reach to call Anna I have a vision. Sal finishes the.. whatever he is doing and starts talking… then gets… lifted off the ground as his insides land on ground.
As I return from the vision I yell for everyone to be quiet and run to Sal. My first intention is to tackle the thing, but as I reach the point to pounce I remember it gutting… Sal.. I end up stopping in front of Sal tensing as it sounds like he is wrapping up the spell or binding.. whatever..
I get an odd sensation but trying my best I don’t see the thing. I get sort of frantic and panic and as my eyes start darting I notice the figure appearing out the of the corner of my vision. I relax a bit and figure out how to keep a better watch. Seconds seem like hours as I try not to move or make a sound. The sounds of sirens in the distance raise my heart rate and I get thrown into near panic again seeing patrol cops gutted and wondering if we would survive…
A calm cuts through me as I realize, form what Jemma and Sal have found important, that the cops won’t count in the deal and be safe unless they try to hinder the demon or us. My eyes close a second in releif and I hope the rest figure that out too. I tense more as the tree tops show the lights flashing.. but the creature continues as he has. Inches from me… I focus on staying ready… alert.
The officers get out and start off all business. Luckily we all stay perfectly still. After a little bit of us not moving they start assuming it’s performance art or some shit. Which is fine by me. Thanks to the fed training I am little better prepped to handle this.. though not moving is interesting. Of the two one of them happens to recognize me.. but not quite. She is getting enough that I play up the idea of not really saying what is going on.. but try with just my eye movement. It was either this or have them get closer to making contact and who knows what will set this fucking beast off. I get her beleiving there may be cameras, which is great since it reduces the odds of them going all.. well.. bad cop on us. Also likely their only chance to live. The other finally decides to go to the door.. he knocks and jiggles the handle, but luckily Jack didn’t kick the thing in and remembered to shut and lock it so the mess behind the door stays hidden. Eventually he goes back there and after the cop tries outsmarting me on search and seizure compliance (I just shut my eyes, thank god that worked) She realized it had been a while and investigated. I resumed only being scared shirtless by the demon in my face rather than watching that officer die a sudden and horrible death then avoiding the same myself.
The silence is broken by the sudden crash of the basketball hope flying into the cop car… luckily the demon is non-pulsed and either has been or started talking to Sal.
The bad news is Sal decided to resolve all this by taking the demon as a possession. I ask Jemma if she will help, and she will, but she is not shy about her disgust. I finally make the call to Anna and we get started on clean up. I don’t know what to do about Sal. I just know he will no longer be trusted when at my back.